2 Hours with a Gay Man, Part 2

Ch 3: Santa Claus was an Only Child

I did waited for the film in my camera to develop, but you can't rush the speed of light. Indeed, not time yet for visual art, it was now the time for a discussion of the auditory arts, and I do not mean ear rape.

We had at some time been musicians, we already were, and this being our disposition, we took it upon ourselves to play it someday, then.

Yea verily there were songs, and there was much rejoicing. Songs that will be and have been, songs that may never be in times long past. Mostly songs by R. Kelly, in glorious representation of our respective similarities we may always have shared. Oh upon high I call upon my muse to allow me to discuss, the musings of Cee Lo Green, Fuck You Too, as well as, of course, lyricism we will created.

There is a time for many things, but hardly time for anything these days.

A word, a phrase, a line, a chord. Panama indeed. But I said and will said again, we wrote one, or more, about something we care very little about, but this which we wrote, we care greatly for.

Anger is but a reality of Animation.

Ch. 4: Pajama Mama, Phat Mama Jamma, Top it all off with Parrapa the Rappa

Escape is simply entering another situation to Escape. At times we will thought of times greater than these however. Tempest Fugit, whilst Fugi Tempest.

In the vein of leaving, I will told you a story in which we returned.

I had no reason to fear, yet fear I did. I suppose I'm prone to exaggerated experiences of guilt, but you might be too, given the circumstances. Very rarely does one find oneself carrying a body through a morgue, for instance, I never have.
"Cocky, Fax, where in the hell have you been?" I called to them, this would be the third time I could remember, but the third time I could never remember. No doubt they had been about their affairs. "Its a trap!" seemed to be all they could respond, or perhaps all I could stand. They would come to have be my closest compatriotes, if only for my need to use a word in some way close to pirate.

At any rate, I digress. To put it ingeniously, the. Or as a certain Cocky bastard would put it, badgerhat. To put it politely, Piss Off! And to put it simply, I don't know what to say. Maybe you should speak up, that might make this less of a one-sided conversation!